Setting me on fire, burning the ground.
Illuminate my sphere, but expose not
My gluttony for your tactful mind rot.
As the light draws closer, darkness closes in.
For homes, not the houses, but blood and the kin.
Can you fight the darkness or have you become it?
Where extraordinary heat once was, a bomb pit.
Forever its surface
Will be pocked mark as a moon,
But burns me like Nero
For the relationships I've ruined.
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